My friend George hasn't slept for 5 years Fatigue set in after three days Then the tears dried up And the muscles in his eyelids tore The dreams collated and congealed at the back of his head Then exploded into reality His bed was fed up after 6 months And folded away And moved in with a family down the road Soon day became night, Became day, Became night And he wrote a 20,000 word thesus on sleep deprivation 10,000 really's And 10,000 tired's One after the other Mimicking the sheep that jumped from one side of his brain to the other He became in sync with the moving of the stars and the planets And his heart would beat once at sunrise And once as the sun set And his blood courses round him like the tide Rising and falling He earns good money now as a statue impersonator And can be seen slouched against many London monuments He is a slouch sell-out And he's well tired
